A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Soul Mates?

Whatever happened to us when did we end?

How long ago did I consider you a friend?

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To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace

I have been lucky enough to feel your touch

You are my love and to me you mean so much

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.

I'll Never Forget

I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.

It's full of anger, pain, and regrets

mujhe kya fikar

उलझनों और कश्मकश में उम्मीद की ढाल लि

"Enchanted"
Crawling on the
snake like curvy roads,
relishing every inch of
greens all around,
fe

Just Look Into My Eyes Baby

Look into my eyes.

Tell me what you see.

It won't be happy.

It won't be p

Unhappy..

I want to love again,

but my heart will not obey.

I want to be happy,

but

Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a

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